Thomas & January (Sleepless 2)

“Those girls, the ones right behind us.” I started to turn, but she whipped me forward again. “Don’t look!”

“Okay,” I chuckled.

“They don’t think I can understand them.”

“And?”

“They think you’re adorable.” She paused, listening again and almost laughed. “They’d like to see what’s under your hood.”

“Right,” I said, shifting uncomfortably, pulling the hood farther over my head.

“They like your hands...and your ass.”

“You’re teasing me.”

“I’m not!”

“What else do they think?”

She listened, her eyes shot open, her mouth widened. “I can tell you what I think. I think they want their faces punched.” She began to turn around but I caught her, chuckling at her reaction.

“You’re adorable, January.”

She stood tall, turned toward them briefly then leaned into me.

“Sorry,” she told me when I laughed at the not so subtle display. “I had to.”

“It’s okay, I kind of like you possessive.” I leaned my face into the side of her hair and drank her in. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think I’m yours?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation.

“Good, ’cause I know you’re mine.”

She smiled at me. “Confident. I kinda like that.”

I nodded.

“It’s just not a conventional dating scenario, though, you know?” she said.

“Nothing about us is conventional, January.”

“True,” she said, but the smile on her face fell. “Oh shit.”

“What?” I asked, following her line of sight. We watched Jonah walk through the front door. He waved sarcastically before breaking the threshold. “Damn it! How did he find us?”

“I don’t know.”

Inside, I searched the club for Jonah but he was nowhere to be found.

“He’s got to be backstage,” I said.

“He’s a sneaky pete, dude.”

“I know.”